This cotton mouth suffocates my words

And the cold air rejects my body

Comfort I once felt leaves to quick for my new needs

Chilling my flesh

A memory of floating words

Leaves my eyes with a sad glow

That only a mirror could reflect

My illumination grows dim

And I can’t seem to find my feet in this dark room

Inner navigation has run of course leaving me

With a scribbled map as my only way out

Three doors with no handles slam close

Blocking off the paths to the smoother roads

I walk down the sidewalk that I thought I would never see again

The shadows still know my name

They taunt with laughter and crooked fingers

Push me too the ground

To make their point clear

Snippets of sentences is all I can hear

But the words still coarse though my body like the tide

Stuck on the floor of the present

I look up to see

A wilted flower trying to maintain a meaning

Without ever knowing how it was defined from the start

I am not naïve

For I know my true colors are of my own choosing

This shallow breath of air does nothing to saturate my timing

As inconsistent as the overcast

 I plunge deep into my own fancy

Wishing on a hope that just fell in my lap

I didn’t want the world

Until you told me you could give it

Now

This soft embrace feels like a forgotten promise

And I walk on tip toes around the obvious

Being careful not to awake the slumbering babe in the center

My eyes grow heavy from this quiet exchange

And your words grow less sincere with every new day

Hindrance is hidden behind dark glasses

Exposing two different images of myself

As I stare back

The truth pulls my hairs erect

And dances down my spine

With no consideration for my bruised ribs

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